For those interested, here is an excerpt from my angry teen-ager days that I find still relevant. My parents would often say "why do you ..." in a rhetorical fashion, with what is now the obvious intent of pointing out that I am a delinquent. Being a child, I assumed they had at least as much integrity as myself, and would not ask a question to which they wanted an answer. When I would supply an answer, of course I was told "its always and excuse with you Caesar". In my angry teenage scribblings, this is what I wrote:
No. But always a reason, and always a discussion. Asshole.
If you make an accusation like 'you have intentionally done something wrong', it is most often a false statment. Bad actions are almost always a conflict of interests, or poor communication.
When you make false statements, it should not be surprising when you find your self being corrected. When you attempt to ascribe my motivations, or flat out fucking ask (e.g.'why are you so lazy?'), I will always have a goddamned asnwer, because, guess what fuck-tard; I don't always knee-jerk react blindly without thought or conscious effort. I have spent time in contemplation of what the fuck and I am doing, and why the fuck I do it!
I ALWAYS HAVE A MOTHER-FUCKING REASON FOR MY ACTIONS.
If what you want, if for me to treat you like a fucking imbicile and just nod along and IGNORE what you say, i can. But untill i completely lose respect for you and your human reasonaing capacity, i will always have an'excuse'.
Your communication problems are not my fault.
You prick.
